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Golden Rule: NO GOD MODING. It destroys the fun for everyone.
Less significant rules:
1. Don't be a douche. Be fair.
2. DO NOT set up your own story and if someone has an action going against it, you can't tell them to take the action back. Adapt and move around it.
More will be added as we go along.

The skies blackened as all the planets sustaining life in the multiverse merged into one. Unprecedented and impossible, but true. Somewhere and somehow a great and powerful force had fused all life together. The outcome disastrous, yet amazing. Skyscrapers shook as dinosaurs rumbled through downtown. Super heroes flew to put out sentient fires. Giant alien insects burrowed into the ground only to encounter a race of mole men already living there. Everything and anything had become possible. Why? No one knows. Who did it? The answer would come in time, but for now, there were many who were struggling to make way in this new, remarkable world. It would be them who determined the destiny of the omniverse When Worlds Collide!!

All across the globe, military was on high alert due to the massive disturbances caused by the colliding worlds. Fighting was everywhere. The armed forces were taxed, however one man; a legendary hero amongst soldiers stood tall. Armed to the teeth, he fought against man and monster anywhere trouble would raise its ugly head.

One day while on a peace keeping mission in the Amazon, his squad was attacked by something in the night. On full alert, the brave soldiers spread out in the jungle only to be dropped one by one; disappearing into the night until finally one man stood. The legendary soldier surveyed the land. Everything was still. You could hear a pin drop. Suddenly with rapid speed, a powerful force swept him off his feet. Quickly the soldier recovered and through a flash grenade down to blind his attacker. The move worked. In front of him, blinded by the grenade was a tall, muscular warrior. Without words, the warrior turned, wiped his eyes, bowed and took a fighting stance. The military warrior placed his rifle on his back and pulled out a six inch blade. "Let's dance!" he said...and the dance of death began.

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Points:

Ursa: You are master of all you survey. General Zod: [bored] So I was yesterday. And the day before.

'I'm going to die; if this wasteland doesn't kill me the Avatars will. I'm the last Technomancer; as I go so goes my culture.' The thought was serene, not fearful at all. If he was going to die, he'd die fighting; he'd make sure that the Technomancers were never forgotten. Morshan Sakru: The Last Technomancer would be a name all Avatar would shutter at the thought of for etenity. Morshan now knew what happened to a man who had nothing left to live for but vengence: he became a monster.

Naruhan shakes of his daze."Come out coward!" He seaaches through the trees and finds his dishonorable opponet. Energy (blast) attacks head.

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Points:

'I'm going to die; if this wasteland doesn't kill me the Avatars will. I'm the last Technomancer; as I go so goes my culture.' The thought was serene, not fearful at all. If he was going to die, he'd die fighting; he'd make sure that the Technomancers were never forgotten. Morshan Sakru: The Last Technomancer would be a name all Avatar would shutter at the thought of for etenity. Morshan now knew what happened to a man who had nothing left to live for but vengence: he became a monster.

Naruhan runs around circles to create after images to confuse and draw out the soldier.

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Points:

'I'm going to die; if this wasteland doesn't kill me the Avatars will. I'm the last Technomancer; as I go so goes my culture.' The thought was serene, not fearful at all. If he was going to die, he'd die fighting; he'd make sure that the Technomancers were never forgotten. Morshan Sakru: The Last Technomancer would be a name all Avatar would shutter at the thought of for etenity. Morshan now knew what happened to a man who had nothing left to live for but vengence: he became a monster.

'I'm going to die; if this wasteland doesn't kill me the Avatars will. I'm the last Technomancer; as I go so goes my culture.' The thought was serene, not fearful at all. If he was going to die, he'd die fighting; he'd make sure that the Technomancers were never forgotten. Morshan Sakru: The Last Technomancer would be a name all Avatar would shutter at the thought of for etenity. Morshan now knew what happened to a man who had nothing left to live for but vengence: he became a monster.

'I'm going to die; if this wasteland doesn't kill me the Avatars will. I'm the last Technomancer; as I go so goes my culture.' The thought was serene, not fearful at all. If he was going to die, he'd die fighting; he'd make sure that the Technomancers were never forgotten. Morshan Sakru: The Last Technomancer would be a name all Avatar would shutter at the thought of for etenity. Morshan now knew what happened to a man who had nothing left to live for but vengence: he became a monster.

Naruhan jumps up and catches the knife in mid-air; the blast continues on its way.

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Points:

'I'm going to die; if this wasteland doesn't kill me the Avatars will. I'm the last Technomancer; as I go so goes my culture.' The thought was serene, not fearful at all. If he was going to die, he'd die fighting; he'd make sure that the Technomancers were never forgotten. Morshan Sakru: The Last Technomancer would be a name all Avatar would shutter at the thought of for etenity. Morshan now knew what happened to a man who had nothing left to live for but vengence: he became a monster.

Strength attacks leg!Naruhan runs foward, his opponet's knife in hand. (assuming the mauver with the blast worked.) and attempts to thrust it into the leg of his injured adversary.

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Points:

'I'm going to die; if this wasteland doesn't kill me the Avatars will. I'm the last Technomancer; as I go so goes my culture.' The thought was serene, not fearful at all. If he was going to die, he'd die fighting; he'd make sure that the Technomancers were never forgotten. Morshan Sakru: The Last Technomancer would be a name all Avatar would shutter at the thought of for etenity. Morshan now knew what happened to a man who had nothing left to live for but vengence: he became a monster.

The knife sinks into Hargol's leg, drawing a curse in his guttural language. With his opponent's hand shoved deep in his leg, Hargol twists his head and sinks his teeth into the Japanese man's outstretched arm before performing a maneuver taught to him during his army training: Nerve Paralysis-Flesh Removal